National Anthem-- E. Jeager

Female Titan P2

This was it. This was our moment. The titan standing in front of me was exceedingly statuesque, it's feminine body carefully constructed.

The thing was seemingly indestructible, as our blades did nothing when it came to her unique powers.

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching around the hilt of my blade. As I approached her once more, I raised my blade over my head.

I swung behind her, lowering my blade on the joint of her arm. I left a lengthy, deep gash across her shoulder that nearly reached her elbow.

"Shit! Not deep enough," I cried. I went in for another, although this time she had enough time to freeze where I attempted to slash.

A frustrated tear rushed down my cheek. This titan was really starting to piss me off.

Each of my blades snapped in half the second they made contact with the formidable ice.

It took me by suprise, nearly knocking me out of the air. Luckily, I was close enough to a large branch to land.

As I reloaded my blades, I felt intense pressure around my torso. I tried to scream, but no noise came out. Soon enough, I realized I couldn't even breathe.

When my blades had snapped, a honed remnant had plunged right through my stomach and I hadn't even realized.

Here came the tears.

Although I didn't show it, I had always feared death. And if anything, I didn't want to go out this way. I would like to go out as a credible warrior, and allow my death to not be in vain.

I toppled over, rolling onto the ground below. Luckily for me, the branch wasn't to far from the ground. But unfortunately, it was far enough to snap my arm in half as I made contact with the rocky ground below.

Thankfully, though, this knocked some air into me. I was able to scream, but just once. I could still breathe, but I couldn't muster enough oxygen to scream for help.

I rolled further into the trees, using the lofty crown to my advantage to block my body from the female titan.

Mikasa landed on the ground in front of the titan, but she had yet to notice me. I tried to speak, but only a measly squeak left my lips.

I took notice of the blood pooling around me, dyeing the beautiful grass around me a deep, crimson red.

I watched helplessly as Mikasa attempted to slash the achilles of the mighty titan.

I didn't want to die this way. I couldn't.

Using what very little strength I had, I arose from the ground. Thick, vermillion blood drizzled from the open wound.

And even in this state, all I could think of was Eren. My last words to him would be, 'you're not alone,' and that broke me.

And then it struck me. I wasn't going to let this bitch titan be the downfall of me.

Despite the pain, I sucked in as much oxygen as I possibly could. I let out a deafening battle cry, raising my refilled blades in the air.

I anchored myself to a tree nearest to the titan, swinging over it and landing onto the titans shoulder.

I captured the attention of Mikasa, who immediately noticed the blood staining my cream-colored shirt.

"Y/n!" She cried.

"Fuck you!" I screamed directly into the titan's ear. "The second I get the chance, I will rip you apart."

Suddenly, a pair of burly arms pulled me away. For a good couple of minutes, we swung through the miles of vacant trees. My eyes began to close, and I could feel myself slip away.

"Don't go to sleep," the boy stated. "You'll die."

It was Eren.

"Eren?" I uttered. "Where are you taking me?"

"To your father," he replied.

"He's going to be furious."

"It isn't your fault."

Silence filled the air, and I wasn't sure whether or not he was still talking. My senses were slowly giving out on me, one by one.

Next went my vision. I could still feel, but I couldn't see or hear.

I felt Eren's strong arm curled around my waist, and the furious wind pulling my hair.

"You should cut that hair, it's dangerous. What if it gets caught on something, and your scalp is ripped off?" I recalled Armin telling me.

If I died today, I wondered how he would do without me. Usually, when he tends to panic, I'm the one to reassure him. When he's feeling down, I'm the one to notice.

Who would notice the way his breathing slowly becomes erratic when he's sad? Who would notice the way his eyes widen and his pupils dilate when he's anxious?

Who would notice that he only started pulling his hair into ponytails when he saw how pretty Sasha looked with hers?